Animal Factory Page #6

What about you, man? I hear

Seeman's got himself a new clerk.

Give me a couple of weeks,

I'll work things out.

- This is my damn jail!

- Hell, yes.

Why don't you follow me? I got a bag of

stuff for you. Lead the way, brother.

I'll go talk to Seeman. I heard

the librarian needs an assistant.

What about you?

I'm gonna go see Miles Coburn. I got long

juice with the guy. He'll set me up.

That's great and all, but...

I really wanna get outta here.

Were you bullshitting me

about escaping?

F***, no! I'm

thinkin', believe me.

I know what doesn't work,

which is an advantage.

The other thing we got going for us is

nobody's tried it for a couple of years,

which means security gets

a little lax.

You know what my dad says? He knows

this guy in Costa Rica. Yeah?

Runs a parrot farm. So if you

get us out, he'll set us up.

I'm down with birds.

I'll get us out.

Associate Warden Coburn's

office.

Yes, sir,

I'll give him the message.

Earl, I have a couple of pages I'm

supposed to send to the Penology Review.

Some sh*t about how I view the promotion,

what it's like working under Cutler,

how I view three strikes and

race issues, escapes, all of it.

Want me to knock somethin' off?

Yeah. See what

you come up with.

You know how I hate writing that sh*t.

I'll get right on it.

All right.

It's all clear.

Furniture truck won't work.

There's the possibility of making

false bottoms or false gas tanks,

but only one guy gets out

that way.

Plus, making 'em

draws too much attention.

We can't do it. I want

something we can do.

Smuggle a letter to your dad.

Tell him not to visit. That would

cause him heat as soon as we escape.

Just tell him a move is gonna

happen in a couple of months.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

F*** off.

Let me go, man!

Let me go!

What provoked this, Copen?

I got nothin' to say.

There you go, ol' folks, you'll live.

Should be plenty damn sore.

Thanks, Ivan.

Ready to play some handball?

F***. Not with this Demerol

flowin' into my veins.

Too bad they mix it with Valium.

Really blows the purity of the buzz.

Does this screw up our timing?

It could

if there's a retaliation.

That would put us in

lockdown for a long time.

Don't let that happen.

It's not that easy.

Guys will use this as an excuse to attack the

first black they see, doesn't matter who.

That's so...

That's so dumb.

Doesn't it seem

to be an act of one loony?

Probably. Or maybe there was

someone on the grassy knoll.

What?

Nothing.

Hey, Earl.

What the f*** are you doin' here?

Can I talk to you

for a minute, man?

What is it?

That incident today?

His name is Knowles.

He's a poor, insane fool, Earl.

It was unmotivated, you know.

Was it?

I appreciate you coming

to tell me.

Ain't no reason

for retaliation, right?

Last thing I want, man.

Cool.

Listen up, man.

That thing yesterday?

- It's gonna get taken care of.

- Don't.

That guy was just a serious

head case, nothing more.

We don't need a war

over this bullshit.

I'll tell the Brotherhood, but you

know there's already been talk.

You're a very noticed guy, and to

have some n*gger stick you... Look.

Let's get word out to everyone what I said.

Can you do that?

If that's the way

you wanna play it.

It is, my brother.

Thanks.

Let's go, Copen.

Man, now what?

Come on.

Give 'em hell, godfather. Whatever it

is you did, I know you didn't do it.

His name is Robert Knowles.

Yeah, I can read.

Good for you.

What happened to him?

What do you want me to say?

I'll sign anything.

Just let me go to chow. This

ain't no f***in' joke, Copen.

He was found dead. Now if this has

anything to do with you or your gang...

in retaliation for yesterday,

you'd better tell us now.

I don't know anything about it.

They nailed that black guy, huh?

Iron Man or whatever

they call him?

Was he the one

that killed Knowles?

He ain't givin' himself up.

I heard they grilled the sh*t

outta him, and he held his mud.

So, did he do it?

Or was it one of us?

I don't know whether

he did it or not.

Pretty sure it wasn't us.

Maybe Iron Man did it

just to set me up.

So he stabs him five times and

throws his body in a garbage truck?

Let's get some air.

No.

I got work to do.

You go.

All right, everybody, let's go.

Going down for chow.

Line up. Be on the line,

those that wanna eat.

This guy's a hitter, homes.

This guy's a hitter.

F***! Douche bags!

Jesus!

Takes a lickin'

and keeps on tickin'.

Where's the kid?

I seen him.

He's chillin'.

He's been doin' that a lot lately.

Maybe he don't like us no more.

Man, Wayne, f*** you. Ain't

nobody ever liked you anyway.

Mama liked me just fine.

Break it up over there.

If you kept your eye on

the ball, that'd be outta here.

Let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

- Hey!

- Hey, what's up?

The trash truck.

They don't watch it...

'cause they assume a chump would

get crushed like that guy did.

Not a bad assumption

since he did get crushed.

Yeah, but he made it out.

You said it yourself.

They found his body in the dump

ten miles from here. Right?

I thought the plan

was to get out alive?

Listen, fuckhead. The play is to dive

in the back with some kind of brace.

What if it doesn't hold? Then we're

crushed like bugs on a windshield.

Nobody's ever tried this?

No. Crusher stopped 'em.

Ron and me, we're taking off

the day after tomorrow.

No sh*t?

Day after tomorrow?

Like I told ya, trash truck.

Man, I'm f***in' jealous.

What I need is for those two

trash truck swampers...

to be told, you know,

what they should expect.

- I can do that. Me and Super Hunk.

- Who's clippin' the weight bar?

- Me and Jesse can handle that.

- F***, no.

Got it worked out

with Ponchie already.

Damn, I hope you guys make it.

I'll tell those two tomorrow night.

The later I wait, the better.

Good.

I'm gonna miss ya, brother.

Give me a hug, handsome.

Boy, you better send me

a sh*t load of dope.

First thing, man.

Get some of the smokes to T.J.

You can have the rest.

These bonaroo shirts,

they'll fit Wayne.

Some other sh*t in there and my

books, give 'em to whoever wants 'em.

Yeah, thanks.

I hope that f***in' bar holds.

I read the maintenance manual.

I think it should hold.

You think?

No guarantees in life.

You ain't goin'.

I'm goin'.

You're not gonna know what to do with

yourself on the outside anymore.

All right, line up. Single file.

Let's go. Line up, come on.

Earl! What the hell, man? How

could you still be sleepin'?

I was too nervous not to.

Look, we're

the first cell block out.

The truck won't start rolling

for at least an hour.

Now go get some hot water.

I'll make some coffee.

All right.

Hey, Earl, Vito talked to those guys on

the trash truck. Everything is cool.

- Thanks, brother.

- Good luck.

I gotta go back to my cell.

Why? Forget

your matching Samsonite?

No, I gotta take a sh*t.

F***, son of a b*tch!

Man, what? F***in' weight

bars, they aren't here.

I don't f***in' believe this!

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